Those who seek destroy me miss a subtle fact.

I will not yield to such deceit with honour I will act.

Those who have abandoned me when storm raged high above,

Those who’s hearts have failed them, faithless in my love.

No war was fought without a price, no fight comes without pain.

The winners are the stoic few, the spoils they shall yet gain.

And so I will not falter, as the battle rages on.

For I have faith in my own mind, the win will come along.

Life stands like a mountain, high before our eyes,

Each step takes an effort, the burning in our thighs.

But the summit beckons not the weak, as they fall by the way,

Such spoils are for the hardy, the few that join the fray.

As darkness falls and thunder roars, will you hold the course,

Or will you cower from the storm, the unrelenting force.

I will stand and hold my own, against the tide of lies,

With those beside me of good faith, justice in their eyes.

Jock